This time of year, the orb weavers build their webs all around our house; a new web each day. Sometimes there are three, five, ten webs strung across the front steps. (So I use the back steps.) The entire street is festooned with webs, in front and back yards, threaded between trees and fences and eaves and telephone poles.
Yesterday I watched one of the orb weavers constructing her web, after a hummingbird flew through it. Rather than repair the hole, she started a new spiral from scratch. Her patience and skill were mesmerizing. From time to time she would pause and rest; it's not easy making something so elaborate. The last time I came out to check on her progress she had finished and was sitting in the middle of her web, head down, thinking her symmetrical spider thoughts and waiting for a meal to fly in.